I walked in my greatcoat
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Down through the days of the leaves.
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No before after, yes after before
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We were shining our light into the days of blooming wonder
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In the eternal presence, in the presence of the flame.
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder
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Didn't I come to lift your fiery vision bright
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame.
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On and on and on and on we kept singing our song
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Over Newtonards and Comber, Gransha and the
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Ballystockart Road.
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With Boffyflow and Spike
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I said I could describe the leaves for Samuel and Felicity
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Rich, red browney, half burnt orange and green.
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder
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Didn't I come to lift your fiery vision bright
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame.
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It's easy to describe the leaves in the Autumn
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And it's oh so easy in the Spring
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But down through January and February it's a very different thing.
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On and on and on, through the winter of our discontent.
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When the wind blows up the collar and the ears are frostbitten too
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I said I could describe the leaves for Samuel and what it means to you and me
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You may call my love Sophia, but I call my love Philosophy.
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder
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Didn't I come to lift your fiery vision
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Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame.
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Wee Alfie at the
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Castle Picture House on the Castlereagh Road.
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Whistling on the corner next door where
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he kept Johnny Mack Brown's horse.
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O Solo Mio by McGimsey
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and the man who played the saw
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outside the city hall.
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Pastie suppers down at Davey's chipper
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Gravy rings, barmbracks
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Wagon wheels, snowballs.
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A Sense Of Wonder
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| Van Morrison |
